I just gave Aaron crap for not blogging. Blogging is lame.
That being said:
Over the weekend, Thelizabeth and I went to Subterranean to see Call Me Lightning, Tight Phantomz, and Russian Circles. CML was "o-kay" - I deem them now "bar rock." Tight Phantomz was gooood, despite Pete's protests. Duuuude, it was good. Tell Lust to stop with the guitar-windmill thingys, though. I'm afraid he's gonna hurt himself one day. Russian Circles was very good as well, the whole three songs we stayed for. Long gone are the days when I can down a six-pack during a show and live to tell the tale. I don't know why I pretend I still can. Something about being 30 and trying to recapture my stupid, stupid youth. Or something. I old!
Work is pretty blah, a crap ton of projects that I cannot seem to get off of my plate.
I'm closing my etsy store. I expect it to reopen when winter hits again. I just have neither the time or inclination (the inclination, really) to sit around and design cards and make them, when it's getting to be so nice out and I can walk 7+ miles like I did yesterday. One of the things I like so much about spring/early summer is the wandery way home. Not feeling like I have to rush, rush, rush, and bundle up in the apartment, and just taking a nice, lackadaisical wanderabout.
I'm pissed because I bought My Bloody Valentine tickets over the weekend, and the cash dropped on them is seriously cutting into the money to buy myself a beer right now. I'm totally going to go into that show with the lowest of expectations. I am going to demand that my NYC friends give me reviews. If they're shitty, I'm selling those emmer-effers stat. I'd rather keep the fuzzy, reverb dream alive in my head then be let down 1000% in person.
Okay, time for The Blue Planet and to bed with me!
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5.12.2008
--------------------------------------- I went to be last night at 9:30, and woke up this morning around 7:40, and I feel like I need about 12 more hours of sleep.
I got in to work this morning to emails about a major fuck-up. I fixed the fuck-up and am getting the thing reprinted, but I'm just sitting here feeling like a major fuck-up. It wasn't my fault, as the three people who proofed it didn't catch it either, but still. If I had done it right in the first place, it wouldn't be a problem now.
I have a new art project. I'm going to comb Facebook and Myspace for girls with my same first and last name, and recreate their profile pictures featuring me in them. I'll pose the same way, find a similar outfit, pull the same facial expressions. Then I'm going to message each one and be all "Hey, that's my name too, and OMG OUR PROFILE PICTURES ARE NEARLY IDENTICAL!" Just for kicks.
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Was I really just googling Heidi Montag before and after plastic surgery pictures? Damn. What have I become??
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4.08.2008
I am still exhausted from this weekend. Aaron and I went to Minneapolis to see his uncle Grover compete in the Paralympic swim trials. We got in on Thursday night, checked into the hotel in downtown Minneapolis, then swooped our way over to see Chris at The Sample Room. The Sample Room is this amazingly cute restaurant and I am currently in love with. You can get sample dishes of items, or full entrees. We got several rich cheese dishes and dips that I’m still thinking about days later. Drinks were had, and we called it a night.
In the morning we drove over to the U of M campus to meet Aaron’s dad and watch Grover swim. I had never met Grover before, but had heard many stories about what a character he was. The first thing he said upon meeting me was something about giving him a floor show. I fell in love immediately. We watched him swim, then several other trials after his, then set out and about around campus (Weisman, Dinkytown) and downtown (shopping, some bar) with Aaron’s dad, then back to the natatorium to see the final trials. I was nervous for Grover because he didn’t as well as in the practice heat in the morning, and I really wanted to see him get on the team. After that, we made one of our many stops at the Applebee’s located in the hotel.
After having three beers and a giant boozy smoothie throughout the day at various places, and trying to balance out that buzz with coffee, I was exhausted and called it a night over at the hotel, while Aaron went out with Chris and Karl.
By the way, everyone MUST purchase a Grand Hyatt Bed immediately. They are the most comfortable bed I’ve ever had the pleasure to slumber upon.
In the A.M., we went over to the Triple Rock to meet Chris, Karl, Jeff, who was oddly in town doing something for the new Colony of Watts record, and Mel. It was a very fun brunch, indeed, though I probably would have been better served having one less bloody mary and something more to eat than white toast.
Mel and I made our way over to the Mall of St. Paul for some antique shopping, where I procured a full set of vintage Pyrex primary color bowls. Huzzah! I then met Aaron back at the hotel, napped, and possibly went to Applebee’s again?
After Applebee’s we went back to Applebee’s, and Applebee’s Applebee’s.
Applebee’s.
Saturday night featured the Kitty Kat Club, which I also fell in love with, more of The Sample Room, not Nye’s like I wanted to go to, and The King and I bar next to our hotel where I ended up leaving the usual suspects for the comfort of my rented super-comfy bed.
Sunday morning, we actually made it up, out of the hotel, and over to the natatorium for the announcement of the USA Paralympic swimming team, which Grover will be a part of, and I cried with happiness when they announced his name. We had lunch at Applebee’s, got on the road, and got home safe THE END.
I’m sorry. I owe you a dollar if you made it all of the way through that.
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